1a Let thy shoot be joined with shoot, joint with joint, let thy scent further desire, let thy savour which falls not cause rejoicing. Thou art a home dweller, thy libation is bright.     b Unto that god, Savitr, within the two bowls,     The sage, I sing, him of true impulse,     The bestower of treasures, unto tile wise friend;     He at whose impulse the resplendent light shone high,     The golden-banded sage hath measured the heaven with his form.     c For offspring thee! For expiration thee! For cross-breathing thee! Breathe thou after offspring. Let offspring breathe after thee.